Bore into the thick, layered, cloudy air
Core though times and smoothly come to share-
Gray oceans, dusty hills and a morning dare
From door to door weave and I will be there
Time long gone with desperation and bore
You and life, I am here looking for
Upon the lonely dream kiss the night's shore
Ignite the hope; make the hidden secrete soar
Again I wait, not to let down the phone
It's insane why to me a spark not known !
As hope rose up to the tip of a cone,
It shook like a whistle's inside-rounded -stone
Memories sound with echoes of their own
Imagine me, picture the spin of a fan
There I stand charges; what a quitting man !
Jolts of current that could skin a lamb-
Stormed the brain as means for waiting ran
If then you weep with a pinned-down tear
And feel lonesome and sense a mighty fear
I am far, yet reach to touch me near
It takes more than shedding of a wet tear
Ride the thought, look around, climb the time
Watch the verse and another verse, they should rhyme
Oceans are blue, hills are green with wild thyme
In that mysterious pond let's throw a dime.